gracefully ill

in dreams
you walk the road to the horizon
to that edge
where you sit with the sun
red in it's dying hour
so gracefully ill
that moment blasts you into particles
sweeping across the open
like a vengeful dust cloud
before settling in dunes
softly shaped
beneath the dark clearing sky
spanning your existence
this show, this splendor
you drink it up
alone out here
with this huge fucking tit
filled with white tasting colors
naked as in birth
the all overshadowing thoughts of death
are not so exhilarating anymore
all living here
is a beautiful tale of resilience